The Next Messiah

Living in the meadow, the mighty, mighty meadow
With too many people sucking all the water
And my daddy was a farmer, he was a race car driver
He is a four-leaf clover, he is the next messiah

Now he's living the woods, the dark and dank woods
With a cocktail waitress who thinks she's an artist
Take her down to the river, split her right up the middle
Now it's going to be trouble for a pregnant lamb and con man

Got sick the clink, dye his hair in the sink
And the tumor going to make a man out of him
Now my daddy was a chancer, he was bad check bouncer
But he beat that cancer, he is a survivor, he is the next messiah

Carving it up, squeezing it off, watching it bleed
Washing it off, taking it back, she's down on her knees
When did she come to detest you?

Giving it back, backing you up, nothing's for free
You're giving it back, for locking you up, those terrible deeds

When will they come to arrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

When will they come to arrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

I'm going to give my love to you one day
You got to bring it back
I'm going to give my love to you one day
You got to bring it back
I want to tell you, "Love you"

Well, I'm going to go out for a walk
You better be here when I get back

Well I'm going to give my love to you one day
You got to bring it back
I want to tell you I love you

He's the next messiah